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It got dark quickly tonight. Winter is coming, heh.
I spent most of my day at work fighting with the special effects wall of makeup. It was a lot of reorganization and fighting the effects of gravity. But I got it done and the boss liked it. So that’s all that matters.
I’m on a video chat with Mellon, as I have most evenings these last few weeks. We’re talking about their upcoming visit this weekend. I’m excited.
We’re planning to go to a Swedish breakfast house on Saturday morning, then head to Chinatown to wander and get some buns from some of the bakeries. Then, back to mine, with maybe a pit stop in Millennium Park to see The Bean, to make dinner: taco soup!
He goes home on Sunday, so it’ll be a short time together. I’m sure we’ll have fun.
Mentally, I’m a little scrambled. I have to figure out how to get a little more balanced and get back into therapy. It would help if I had insurance.
Anyway, it’s late. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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